TOUCH

In my life

 it's been the women. 

The women who supported me, 

whose nurturing touch guides me 

through every hard time and triumph,

When I return home, I see them, they're

generations, reflections of each other.
My ladies. My mother and sisters and aunts

The wreath, the circle, the home, the body.

The string, the stories, the blood, the bond. 

The orchid, the cancer, the hope
for my one and only 

Grandmere.